Title: Sticks and Stones
Author: Ayakaishi Fei
E-mail: [email protected]
Rating: Overall R
Category: AU. Romance. Drama. Slight Humour.
Warnings: Shounen-ai. Shoujo ai. Heterosexuality. Language. Implied Drug Use. SEXUAL ACTS BETWEEN TWO PEOPLE OF THE SAME SEX. BDSM - Bondage, Domination, Sadism, Masochism.
Pairings: Yami x Yuugi, Malik x Bakura, Mai x Shizuka, Jou x Seto. Yami x Malik. Anzu x OC.
Summary: Yuugi is an ordinary university student, with an alter ego who's in love with him, a bisexual room-mate with an overactive libido, an annoying fangirl, a bully and a pair of sex-obsessed stalkers. Oh, and his grandfather owns the university. Perfectly ordinary, right? SLASH. YYxY.
Disclaimer: If I owned Yugioh, Seto would have dragged Jou around by a leash, Yami and Yuugi would have been separate entities and they would have gotten it on, and Isis, well, she would have done kinky things with Shizuka and Mai and Malik's millennium rod. ^.~
Authors Notes: This chapter is dedicated to a very, very special person, as she was quite possibly the first person to get me into writing YGO fanfiction, and because it is her birthday. Happy 12th Birthday Ouva-chan, uke-Seto on a plate, served up just for you! *huggles*. And now there's only one more week left until my 18th...
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Yuugi meticulously scrutinised the hedge-rimmed garden he'd retreated to after class had adjourned for any signs of other people. He'd come here in the hopes of avoiding not only Jou and Malik, whose glaring had turned into bickering, and then to actual physical violence, but also the other members of his class. He'd always thought that university students were studious and serious, concerned with their future, not sex-crazed maniacs who stalked anyone who could dance on a table. Not that he remembered dancing on a table... well... not very well.
His memories of last night were jumbled; moments of lucidity were combined with complete blanks. For instance, he remembered throwing his black undershirt at Jou's pretty blond sister, but he couldn't recall for the life of him what he'd done with the red shirt he'd been wearing over the top of it. He remembered grinding up against a person... who he could have sworn was his soulmate, but he didn't remember where he'd met them, or when they'd decided to move to Canada to get hitched.
And, his face going a deep shade of crimson, he remembered asking Jou for condoms so that he could give his soulmate... still nameless... head as a token of his undying adoration. And he vaguely remembered Yami being there, because he'd started referring to himself as 'we'. Still after getting the condom - a strawberry flavoured one no less - there was nothing but one big blank. If he'd given his "soulmate" head, he didn't recall it.
He shook his head to clear it, and took a seat on the cold stone bench. He'd just closed his eyes when he felt a cool hand slip under his shirt, and a husky voice spoke, 'Mmm... looks like I've finally got you alone Yuugi-chan. By Ra I've missed you...'
Yuugi blinked once and then smiled, opening his eyes to stare into the dark crimson eyes of his lover, "Yami... Hi."
'Guess what...?' Yami smirked sadistically, shuffling closer to his hikari and sliding his other hand up Yuugi's shirt to twist his nipple painfully hard.
Yuugi groaned as the pain sent a jolt to his groin, "What?"
Yami leant forward and bit his way up Yuugi's neck till he reached the petite boys ear, and with one last jarring bite on the pale earlobe, he whispered, 'I found a new pen-knife...'
The simple words sent a chill of pleasure down Yuugi's spine, and his violet eyes widened, "Where?"
Yami pulled away, stopping his torment of the other boys pale skin, and pulled a gleaming red coated knife out of his pocket, expertly forcing the blade out with his nail. It shone in the soft light that broke through the clouds, and Yuugi couldn't help the almost reflexive gasp he gave.
'Do you want to play aibou?' Yami's voice was dark, inviting, and oh so seductive. Yuugi gazed at him, through eyes lidded with lust, licking his cherry red lips enticingly.
Yami groaned, and without waiting for Yuugi to speak, he lunged forward to pin him against the stone bench, the knife flashing as he playfully ran it across the skin of Yuugi's pale belly, a fraction too lightly to break the skin.
Yuugi bucked beneath him, "Fucking tease! Cut me already, you know how badly I want it!"
Yami shook his head, dragging the cold steel in gentle circles around his lover's nipples painlessly. Yuugi arched into it, but he pushed him back down, 'Not until you give me what I want, little one.'
Yuugi snarled, "Fucking cut me already..."
'Say it,' Yami purred, biting lightly on the smaller boys collarbone as if to give him a tantalising glimpse of the real pain his lover withheld from him.
"Onegai... please... Master!" Yuugi gasped, writhing desperately beneath the taller boy's grip, needing to feel that cold steel break through his skin.
Yami laughed, and in seconds had stripped the younger of his pants, dropping them to the ground, along with the boy's boxers, leaving him bare- assed on the cold stone, completely at the mercy of the older boy. Yuugi whimpered, but didn't complain, not even when the cold metal of Yami's knife touched his inner thigh, with the familiarity of a lover's tender caress. The knife cut, sending sharp burning pain through the nerves. Yuugi let out a soft gasp as Yami bent his head and licked the blood off of his thigh, causing the smaller boy to shudder in pleasure.
Smirking Yami repeated the process, each time he did so tenderly nipping at the wound, bringing as much pleasurable pain as possible. His mouth, when Yuugi plundered it eagerly, tasted of blood, and Yuugi couldn't help but moan into the kiss, loving the taste of his blood on Yami's lips.
'I love having you writhing and bleeding before me,' Yami smirked, 'My aibou, mind, body and soul.'
"Mm... yours," Yuugi agreed, snaking a hand down to toy with his erection. Yami stopped him, smirking, and replaced Yuugi's hand with his own. The combination of gentle petting and painfully sharp yanks caused Yuugi to release within seconds. The pain felt so good.
'I'll be back for you tonight - you'd better clean up, hikari.' Yuugi groaned and opened his eyes, Yami was gone, of course, and his pants were soiled with blood and cum. The pen-knife in his hand was sticky with his blood, but he ignored that, slipping it into his pocket - it was a good toy. A very good toy.
Maybe he and Yami could play with it later. He moaned eagerly at the very thought, glad, however, that no one could see him, or witness his secret shame.
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"Hey Bob," A cheerful voice called out over the bar, and the barkeeper, a young man with dark-copper hair tied back in a loose ponytail liberally streaked with plum hair-dye turned around at the greeting. He smiled.
"Jou! Hi! What can I do for you?" The man's voice was genki and slightly scary, but undeniably male, it suited the copper-haired barkeeper, in Jou's opinion.
"I was just wondering if you have the scores?" Jou asked casually, leaning an elbow on the bar, and grinning slightly.
Bob winked, gesturing to a black folder, "Of course. What do you want to know?"
"Who's in the lead?" Jou's voice took on a deadly serious note, and Bob responded similarly, his purple-tinted chocolate eyes narrowing dangerously.
"Right now? The tag team are topping the board - they just made a bet with Ms. Wilder however, and you can bet she'll think of some way to win. If she does that will put her at... 3 points down."
Jou shook his head regretfully, "That girl is one talented bitch... She really is wasted on her frigid fuck-partner."
Bob shrugged, "Hey, even the best sluts fall hard sometimes. Malik-chan told me you two had a bet going on yourselves."
Jou nodded, "The new kid on campus, Yuugi - Bakura and Malik are trying to seduce him..."
Bob's eyes widened in recognition, "Is this the same Yuugi who stripped for us last night at Seventh Heaven?"
"Unfortunately," Jou confirmed, his tone revealing how worried he was for the petite youth.
"No! No! No! Not fair! Malik and Bakura always get the best virgins. It's not fair!"
"But... you don't go virgin hunting Bob..." Jou looked confused, and somewhat alarmed, and his earlier worry for Yuugi disappeared as he gave his full attention to the usually vivacious barkeeper. Bob seemed troubled; a very unusual emotion for the copper haired young man, meaning that his problems were more urgent for the time being.
"I know I don't... but I think he's my soulmate Jou," Bob's voice took on a dreamy tone, "He's so perfect!"
Jou shuffled back in his chair uneasily as the usually genki but dependable barkeeper slumped down onto the bar, his eyes slightly glazed.
"Are... you... okay, Bob?" Jou extended a hand to pat the barkeepers shoulder. "I haven't seen you so down since you got fired from your job at subway."
Bob let out a long-suffering sigh, "I've only ever been in love once before, and that was a complete disaster, in fact I hope Yushiro and Lazarus both rot in hell." He paused to compose himself, and then continued, "It's just... it doesn't seem to matter who I fall for; they always end up with other people, especially the virgins. I can't seem to get anybody Jou."
Jou gave the young man another pat on the shoulder for good measure and then pulled back to nurse the beer Bob had given him earlier wondering absently why Bob was so upset. His musing was interrupted as someone sat down on the stool beside him, and he turned to look at the brunette sitting alongside him calculatingly.
"I'll have a water please," The young man said, fixing his icy gaze on the mournful looking barkeeper.
Bob pulled himself into a standing position, filled a glass with water and slammed it down on the bar in front of the blue-eyed man, "There. And now, if you don't mind Seto, I'm trying to have a bitch session."
Seto raised a slender eyebrow; "Whatever floats your boat."
Bob folded his arms over the bar and buried his head in them, "I hate my life. I really, really hate my life."
Jou ignored him and turned to survey Seto out of the corner of his eye, silently assessing his flaws and attributes. He was attractive enough, Jou decided, although he lacked the curves Jou was usually fond of in his lovers. His muscles, or at least those that weren't hidden by his black dress pants and pale blue button-up shirt, were well defined and he was slender with an angular face. It was his eyes, however, which fascinated Jou (and various others on campus) the most, cold, blue, and deep enough to drown in. He was neither manly, nor effeminate, but he had a strange virile beauty, which was oddly accented by his cold behaviour. He was an asshole, through and through, but there was something about him that drew Jou, but whether it was his frigid innocence, his lack of emotion, or his pretty face Jou didn't know. It was just something undefinable.
Seto's lip curled as he noticed Jou's stare, and he turned his head just a fraction, his cold gaze freezing Jou to the very tips of his toes, "What, exactly, do you think you're doing, puppy-dog? If you're panting after me, longing to sniff my butt," Seto's voice held a note of cold amusement, "Then I suggest you stand up and walk away. I'm out of your league, slut."
Jou stiffened as Seto's words burnt him like arctic ice. The brunette would live to regret those words, when Jou had him squirming with pleasure, legs spread with his pucker in the air, begging to be taken like the virgin he was.
"Nobody is out of my league, virgin." Jou smirked predatorily, "That's why they call me the wolf."
"All bark and no bite puppy dog. All I see is a pathetic little slut..." Seto's eyes remained cold, but Jou could see a cold sort of fire burning at their depths as Seto belittled him. The tall brunette liked this... style of flirting, and now that Jou knew it, the blue-eyed university student was as good as his.
His retort, one which would ultimately result in Seto's destruction was cut off before he could speak it as a brash feminine tone cut him off, "Seto- chan, fancy seeing you here!"
Seto's head snapped around at the girls voice, and Jou turned to watch as the girl sashayed across the room, with the predatory slink in her step that only came from years of experience, until she was stood only a foot or two away.
"Sedra," Seto's voice was even colder, and held none of the amused bantering tone it had held earlier.
Sedra smiled sweetly, her golden brown eyes darkened with amusement, and she slowly ran her hand down the dark blue tie she wore around her neck, "How do you like my new tie?"
Without warning Seto lashed out, his cold façade shattering as he lunged for the petite female, his long pale fingers reaching for her slender neck, "You little whore!"
"Uh uh uh!" Sedra giggled, dancing out of reach, "Everybody's watching Seto- chan, and besides... Malik and Bakura put me up to it. If anyone's to blame, it's them."
Seto's hand caught the girl a glancing blow across the cheek before he returned to his spot on the black high stool at the bar. Sedra smirked triumphantly.
"As everyone saw, I managed to cause Seto to feel a human emotion besides apathy - murderous rage. Bob, you can tell Malik and Bakura that I won the bet, oh, and here's my evidence. I scored myself another virgin." Sedra slid the school-boy tie from around her neck, "Mokuba Kaiba is no longer a virgin school-boy, how far am I behind now?"
Bob sighed and pulled out the book, carefully totalling the newly changed scores; "You're tied for the lead, your little move with Seto's brother scaled you up quite a bit, but Malik and Bakura haven't reported in yet, so..."
Sedra grinned, "Hm, yes, but at least I'm going to give them a little competition, last years tag team(1) won far too easily."
Jou tore his eyes away from the girl to look at Seto, no wonder Seto had been so upset. He'd been just as furious when Mai had seduced his virginal sister, but at least Shizuka had been older than 12!
Sedra was going to have to watch her back from now on; that much was for sure... Still, there was something remarkably satisfying about hearing that Malik and Bakura had lost a bet, albeit not in the fashion they'd been expecting.
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Yuugi sighed as he reached the entrance to his shared dorm, relief running through him. He could feel Yami's sensual presence in the back of his head, and his alter ego was literally plying him with images of what he planned to do when they reached the bedroom. He could feel his heart racing as Yami's not quite tangible presence lingered beside him.
'Okay, I'm safe. Thank Ra...' Yuugi reached forward to open the door, but an uneasy feeling washed through him.
"My, my, Yuugi, fancy seeing you here," Malik's low husky voice cut through the silence, making Yuugi whirl in surprise. His amethyst eyes widened and he froze as Malik slunk closer, until he was only a few inches away from the smaller boy.
"Uh... Malik... I live here," Yuugi pointed out, somewhat confused, and tried to discretely back away and open the door to his dorm without inviting Malik in.
"Oh?" Malik's voice was the epitome of innocence, as if he hadn't noticed the shorter boy's uneasiness, "Fancy that. Why don't you invite me in? I'd love to see what you've done with the place."
Yuugi stared up at Malik, transfixed, "I-I-"
Malik smiled, "Tell you what, you show me your room now, and tomorrow night you can come around to ours for dinner, and I'll show you mine and Bakura's room. Sounds like a fair deal to me."
Yuugi flushed, a part of him agreeing with Malik's easy statement, and a part of him screaming that he'd been tricked by the pale haired slurry(2). Malik slung an arm around the boy's shoulder's, taking advantage of his indecision, and let himself into the room with Yuugi's keys, dragging the young tri-coloured-haired boy with him. Malik's eyes seemed to take in everything from Jou's unmade bed and the manga on the floor to Yuugi's neatly stacked textbooks, and the Dark Magician plushie(3) resting on his pillow. He strode forward to pick the toy up and examine it.
"Nice place luv," Malik threw a smile over his shoulder as he put the plushie back on the bed, and sauntered into the bathroom. Yuugi's eyes widened as he was galvanised into action and shot into the bathroom after the other boy.
"Uh... Malik..." Yuugi stuttered out nervously as the slightly taller boy leisurely stretched, pulling his shirt off and dropping it onto the sterile white tiled floor.
Malik smirked, "I think I might have a shower - be a good host and shut the door will you? We wouldn't want your room mate walking in on us."
Yuugi froze in place, his eyes going wide, and he felt Yami merge into him, and without his consent his leg kicked the door closed behind him, "Indeed."
'Yami!' Yuugi's voice was high with panic, but he knew he wasn't in control. Yami would apologise later, but right now he was going to use Yuugi's body to get what he wanted. And what he wanted was Malik, even if Yuugi didn't.
Yuugi watched helplessly as Yami pulled his shirt off, his crimson-tinged violet eyes dark with lust, unable to do anything as his alter ego strode across the room and drew Malik's head down to kiss him deeply, "You don't mind if we join you do you?"
Malik's eyes went wide for a moment before he managed to pull himself together and shake his head, "Of course not Yuugi-dear."
Yami's fingernails dug into the back of the boy's dark neck painfully, and his voice was fierce, "It's Yami, not Yuugi."
Malik growled low in his throat, "Mm, I like it. You're a feisty bitch aren't you?"
Yami chuckled darkly, his hands working at the bronzed Egyptian's pants; "You could say that, doll..."
Malik slid his feet out of his shoes without using his hands, which were busily working their way over Yuugi's shoulders and pinching at his nipples, before leaning down to kiss the peach lips of the pale skinned boy. Yami kissed back with equal passion, his teeth nipping the other boy's apricot lips almost hard enough to draw blood.
Malik's fingers slid down to loosen Yuugi's belt and draw off his pants but the other boy's trainers proved to be a formidable barrier, and where his pants had come off easily enough, Yuugi's jeans were stuck. Without a second thought the pale haired blond sunk to his knees to undo the laces and tug the shoes off. He flung them across the room, and was surprised when he looked up to see Yami leering at him.
"Hm, well since you're already on your knees..." The boy raised an eyebrow teasingly, and Malik couldn't help his answering smirk as he tugged the boy's boxers off to join his jeans.
"Why Yu-" Malik cut himself off as the boy's flesh tensed beneath his fingers and quickly amended his statement, "Yami, is this for me?"
"You like...?" The standing blond drawled, his very stance radiating a confidence that just didn't seem right for a virgin.
Malik dismissed the thought and leant forward to teasingly tongue the other boys slit, "What do you think?"
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Anzu pulled herself into a standing position on top of the bar, pulling the hood to her bear costume up over her head and held up a finger, "Harken unto me, all ye who wish enlightenment, for I have discovered-"
"Oi you fat mole(4)! Shut the fuck up!" A voice cut her off sharply.
"Yeah!" Another chimed in throwing an old sandwich at the lecturing girl, "Get off the bar!"
Bob turned from the books he kept at the back of the bar and shook his head resignedly, "Miss Anzu, please, get off the bar..."
The girl tottered backwards, and fell into his arms, her blue eyes blinking up at him through her dark fringe. She gave him a brilliant smile as he settled her on the floor at his feet, "Bob!"
Bob patted the top of her brown hood and looked around the student lounge irately, "Alright, who gave Anzu-chan dexies?"
Nobody replied, and thankfully Bob was distracted when Anzu yanked down his pants and decided to give him head. The majority of the students at the bar ignored the moaning bartender and the drugged girl. Bakura absently watched them, in between writing an essay, and a few of the fan-boys and girls cheered Anzu on in between their drinks. Anzu pulled herself into a standing position and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, before slumping back against the bar.
"Hm, you know that might have actually been interesting if Bob had been dressed as a goose." Bakura dead panned flatly, his eyes still focussed on the note-pad in front of him. "I could have written about it in my Biology paper: The mating habits of the grizzly bear and the Canadian goose."
"Yeah, that and if it didn't happen once a week. It'd be more alarming if it didn't happen weekly." The boy sitting next to Bakura agreed, tossing back a drink of tonic and lime.
Bob cleared his throat, refastening his belt, and slid an arm around Anzu's waist gallantly, "Now Miss Anzu, you really shouldn't be behind the bar. Let's get you onto a stool."
Anzu allowed the red-head to help her onto a stool and smiled dopily once she was settled. Bob returned the smile as he returned to his rightful place behind the bar.
"What can I get for you Miss Anzu?"
Bakura snickered, "I rather think you've given her enough to drink Bob, don't you?"
Bob flushed slightly and filled a glass with water, taking a sip of it himself before setting it in front of the brunette girl, "Here you are luv, why don't you tell Bakura about your new thesis?"
Anzu beamed and Bakura hastily stood up, "You know what... I suddenly realised I have to wash my hair. Keeping my hair this clean and shiny takes a lot of work you know!"
Bob chuckled triumphantly as the student lounge returned to normal.
End Chapter 3
(1) Not Malik and Bakura, in case anyone was wondering.
(2) Slurry meaning "nice" slut - had to use the word since we've been saying it all weekend, in reference to ourselves.
(3) I just see Yuugi as the type to sleep with a stuffed toy/plushie, I mean, seriously, his parents are dead, he'd have to have some sort of comfort thing.
(4) Fat moles obviously not welcome. Ever seen skithouse?
Review Responses:
Yana5: Yami's not exactly a ghost... but he is something a bit like that. At the moment Yugi is the only one who can see him. Thanks for reviewing.
Ouvalyrin: Okay, I will make sure Seto is uke - for you, since it's your birthday today! *cheers* Uh... I will not ramble, because you already know how insane I am, but I will tell you how incredibly glad that I am that you reviewed my fic. And thankies for the b-day wishes. *Luffs Ouva-chan*
Riaku: Hm... you might be killing a few people... *grins teasingly*. Yami is a little possessive but that doesn't mean *he* can't sleep with other people... he's an... interesting lover, to say the least. However he's also intangible, and I think Yugi deserves a "real" lover. Maybe. You'll see where I go with that.
KC: I'm sorry, like I warned, I kinda have a life outside of writing fanfiction (who'da thunk?) so I don't update every day, or even every week. Plus, having just finished high school I'm not really in the mood to write too much. I will try, however. Thanks for reviewing, hope you like the update.
IvoryKittie: Violence? God forbid! *updates* Thanks for reviewing!
Kimiko Jade Charou: What is real? What I perceive to be real might be different to what you perceive to be real. I mean, say for example I thought that you were a figment of my imagination - would you then cease to be real? What if the whole world believed you were a figment of my imagination... would you become a figment of my imagination? And what if you believed you were real? Where would that leave us? Is there any absolute truth? Think about it. And in answer to your question - wait till the end of the fic, and then ask. I'm quite sure you'll be even more confused by then. Thanks for reviewing, and feel free to e-mail me if you're still really confused.
Durandal: *giggles* Glad you liked - I like the Yami/Yugi stuff too. And I'll definitely consider your idea, but I can't promise anything. As for inspiration... I get mine from everywhere, from my friends, random things I read/watch, my own experiences (scary thought that), and my reviewers. I love writing, and I never have any shortage of ideas. Thanks for reviewing, hope you continue to read.
BleedBlack: Another person who thinks it's interesting... thanks for reviewing, hope you enjoy this chapter.
Hatshepsut: Pharaoh of Kemet: Sugoi!!! You get it! I am absolutely fascinated by psychology, and it never ceases to amaze me that more people haven't taken advantage of the Yugioh fandom to explore some of the issues. I'm glad you found Anzu funny - that was what I was going for, not to bash her or anything. I'm not sure if I'm going to explain Shizuka and Mai's relationship anymore... I'll just see where I go with it - I'm glad it worked. Thanks for your review - it was brilliant!
Ferocity: Thanks times about a million. Hope you enjoy.
Aurora of the Moon: Glad you like. Here's more.
SoulDreamer: Have continued - am glad I have finally finished school. Thanks for reviewing.
Kaze: *grins* Really? Well you can tell her I've been working on that very goal here in Australia - it's so much fun! And I love Malik - I can't help but want him to "get Yugi". Hehe, he definitely got more than he bargained for this chapter.
Silent Sniper: I am so flattered! Adorable and really hot? That is possibly the best complement I've got for my writing in a long time (People say that about my looks all the time. Joking!). Thanks for reviewing!
Koishii No Tenshi: Oh yeah - Yami is definitely hot. And Yugi is cute. Seems like a lot of people don't like Anzu... I'm sorry about the cheerleading outfit - she's not supposed to be wearing it to look good, she's just weird.
Shinomorikrazd: Ah, thanks. Enjoy.
Crying Forever: Embarrassing? Weird? Well... I guess that's better than being pedantic or dull. Hope you do continue to read... if you want me to tone something down, just tell me what embarrasses you. I'm kinda shameless, and um... sexually free? Yeah, just tell me if I go too far (ie. Yami and Yuugi's S&M games).
YamisGal: Hmm... I'm not sure exactly what he did myself, other than the table-dance... sleeping with Yami... offering a random stranger head and passing out before he could follow through... *smirks* I'll see if I can work it in. I might just have him being unpleasantly surprised every time someone tells him something he did.
Peaches-n-KaibaLvr16: *giggles* Cherry picking time... *watches as her most recent victim squeaks and hides*. I've noticed a lot of people seem to really like Seto, at the risk of getting myself lynched, I'd pick Malik over Seto any day... d'you reckon you could tell me what the attraction to Seto is?
Crimson89: Ah, a woman after my own heart! I like boys on boys on boys. But I like girls too, for variety. Heh. I'll try to make the war pretty intense, but Yami really hates Jou, and he rather likes Malik and Bakura. Seto is now a part of the cast... I have a lot of stuff planned out for him. *chuckles gleefully as she plans out how to torture Seto*. E-mail me or IM me sometime - I reckon we'd get along great (in a platonic manner of course)!
dark-inferno: Ah, there are a few straight people... I just decided to ignore them because I think they're ugly *cough-Tristan-cough*. And sex- hungry is fun, although some people aren't as sex-crazed as others. It seems like very few people like Anzu; personally, while I find her a little irritating at times, I don't hate her. I just wouldn't fuck her. Mai and Isis on the other hand... *leers* oh yeah! But I won't have Anzu in a cheerleading outfit again - seems like I've scarred a few people for life. Thanks for reviewing, hope you like the update!
Review please? Wish me a Happy 18th?
Author: Ayakaishi Fei
E-mail: [email protected]
Rating: Overall R
Category: AU. Romance. Drama. Slight Humour.
Warnings: Shounen-ai. Shoujo ai. Heterosexuality. Language. Implied Drug Use. SEXUAL ACTS BETWEEN TWO PEOPLE OF THE SAME SEX. BDSM - Bondage, Domination, Sadism, Masochism.
Pairings: Yami x Yuugi, Malik x Bakura, Mai x Shizuka, Jou x Seto. Yami x Malik. Anzu x OC.
Summary: Yuugi is an ordinary university student, with an alter ego who's in love with him, a bisexual room-mate with an overactive libido, an annoying fangirl, a bully and a pair of sex-obsessed stalkers. Oh, and his grandfather owns the university. Perfectly ordinary, right? SLASH. YYxY.
Disclaimer: If I owned Yugioh, Seto would have dragged Jou around by a leash, Yami and Yuugi would have been separate entities and they would have gotten it on, and Isis, well, she would have done kinky things with Shizuka and Mai and Malik's millennium rod. ^.~
Authors Notes: This chapter is dedicated to a very, very special person, as she was quite possibly the first person to get me into writing YGO fanfiction, and because it is her birthday. Happy 12th Birthday Ouva-chan, uke-Seto on a plate, served up just for you! *huggles*. And now there's only one more week left until my 18th...
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Yuugi meticulously scrutinised the hedge-rimmed garden he'd retreated to after class had adjourned for any signs of other people. He'd come here in the hopes of avoiding not only Jou and Malik, whose glaring had turned into bickering, and then to actual physical violence, but also the other members of his class. He'd always thought that university students were studious and serious, concerned with their future, not sex-crazed maniacs who stalked anyone who could dance on a table. Not that he remembered dancing on a table... well... not very well.
His memories of last night were jumbled; moments of lucidity were combined with complete blanks. For instance, he remembered throwing his black undershirt at Jou's pretty blond sister, but he couldn't recall for the life of him what he'd done with the red shirt he'd been wearing over the top of it. He remembered grinding up against a person... who he could have sworn was his soulmate, but he didn't remember where he'd met them, or when they'd decided to move to Canada to get hitched.
And, his face going a deep shade of crimson, he remembered asking Jou for condoms so that he could give his soulmate... still nameless... head as a token of his undying adoration. And he vaguely remembered Yami being there, because he'd started referring to himself as 'we'. Still after getting the condom - a strawberry flavoured one no less - there was nothing but one big blank. If he'd given his "soulmate" head, he didn't recall it.
He shook his head to clear it, and took a seat on the cold stone bench. He'd just closed his eyes when he felt a cool hand slip under his shirt, and a husky voice spoke, 'Mmm... looks like I've finally got you alone Yuugi-chan. By Ra I've missed you...'
Yuugi blinked once and then smiled, opening his eyes to stare into the dark crimson eyes of his lover, "Yami... Hi."
'Guess what...?' Yami smirked sadistically, shuffling closer to his hikari and sliding his other hand up Yuugi's shirt to twist his nipple painfully hard.
Yuugi groaned as the pain sent a jolt to his groin, "What?"
Yami leant forward and bit his way up Yuugi's neck till he reached the petite boys ear, and with one last jarring bite on the pale earlobe, he whispered, 'I found a new pen-knife...'
The simple words sent a chill of pleasure down Yuugi's spine, and his violet eyes widened, "Where?"
Yami pulled away, stopping his torment of the other boys pale skin, and pulled a gleaming red coated knife out of his pocket, expertly forcing the blade out with his nail. It shone in the soft light that broke through the clouds, and Yuugi couldn't help the almost reflexive gasp he gave.
'Do you want to play aibou?' Yami's voice was dark, inviting, and oh so seductive. Yuugi gazed at him, through eyes lidded with lust, licking his cherry red lips enticingly.
Yami groaned, and without waiting for Yuugi to speak, he lunged forward to pin him against the stone bench, the knife flashing as he playfully ran it across the skin of Yuugi's pale belly, a fraction too lightly to break the skin.
Yuugi bucked beneath him, "Fucking tease! Cut me already, you know how badly I want it!"
Yami shook his head, dragging the cold steel in gentle circles around his lover's nipples painlessly. Yuugi arched into it, but he pushed him back down, 'Not until you give me what I want, little one.'
Yuugi snarled, "Fucking cut me already..."
'Say it,' Yami purred, biting lightly on the smaller boys collarbone as if to give him a tantalising glimpse of the real pain his lover withheld from him.
"Onegai... please... Master!" Yuugi gasped, writhing desperately beneath the taller boy's grip, needing to feel that cold steel break through his skin.
Yami laughed, and in seconds had stripped the younger of his pants, dropping them to the ground, along with the boy's boxers, leaving him bare- assed on the cold stone, completely at the mercy of the older boy. Yuugi whimpered, but didn't complain, not even when the cold metal of Yami's knife touched his inner thigh, with the familiarity of a lover's tender caress. The knife cut, sending sharp burning pain through the nerves. Yuugi let out a soft gasp as Yami bent his head and licked the blood off of his thigh, causing the smaller boy to shudder in pleasure.
Smirking Yami repeated the process, each time he did so tenderly nipping at the wound, bringing as much pleasurable pain as possible. His mouth, when Yuugi plundered it eagerly, tasted of blood, and Yuugi couldn't help but moan into the kiss, loving the taste of his blood on Yami's lips.
'I love having you writhing and bleeding before me,' Yami smirked, 'My aibou, mind, body and soul.'
"Mm... yours," Yuugi agreed, snaking a hand down to toy with his erection. Yami stopped him, smirking, and replaced Yuugi's hand with his own. The combination of gentle petting and painfully sharp yanks caused Yuugi to release within seconds. The pain felt so good.
'I'll be back for you tonight - you'd better clean up, hikari.' Yuugi groaned and opened his eyes, Yami was gone, of course, and his pants were soiled with blood and cum. The pen-knife in his hand was sticky with his blood, but he ignored that, slipping it into his pocket - it was a good toy. A very good toy.
Maybe he and Yami could play with it later. He moaned eagerly at the very thought, glad, however, that no one could see him, or witness his secret shame.
--
"Hey Bob," A cheerful voice called out over the bar, and the barkeeper, a young man with dark-copper hair tied back in a loose ponytail liberally streaked with plum hair-dye turned around at the greeting. He smiled.
"Jou! Hi! What can I do for you?" The man's voice was genki and slightly scary, but undeniably male, it suited the copper-haired barkeeper, in Jou's opinion.
"I was just wondering if you have the scores?" Jou asked casually, leaning an elbow on the bar, and grinning slightly.
Bob winked, gesturing to a black folder, "Of course. What do you want to know?"
"Who's in the lead?" Jou's voice took on a deadly serious note, and Bob responded similarly, his purple-tinted chocolate eyes narrowing dangerously.
"Right now? The tag team are topping the board - they just made a bet with Ms. Wilder however, and you can bet she'll think of some way to win. If she does that will put her at... 3 points down."
Jou shook his head regretfully, "That girl is one talented bitch... She really is wasted on her frigid fuck-partner."
Bob shrugged, "Hey, even the best sluts fall hard sometimes. Malik-chan told me you two had a bet going on yourselves."
Jou nodded, "The new kid on campus, Yuugi - Bakura and Malik are trying to seduce him..."
Bob's eyes widened in recognition, "Is this the same Yuugi who stripped for us last night at Seventh Heaven?"
"Unfortunately," Jou confirmed, his tone revealing how worried he was for the petite youth.
"No! No! No! Not fair! Malik and Bakura always get the best virgins. It's not fair!"
"But... you don't go virgin hunting Bob..." Jou looked confused, and somewhat alarmed, and his earlier worry for Yuugi disappeared as he gave his full attention to the usually vivacious barkeeper. Bob seemed troubled; a very unusual emotion for the copper haired young man, meaning that his problems were more urgent for the time being.
"I know I don't... but I think he's my soulmate Jou," Bob's voice took on a dreamy tone, "He's so perfect!"
Jou shuffled back in his chair uneasily as the usually genki but dependable barkeeper slumped down onto the bar, his eyes slightly glazed.
"Are... you... okay, Bob?" Jou extended a hand to pat the barkeepers shoulder. "I haven't seen you so down since you got fired from your job at subway."
Bob let out a long-suffering sigh, "I've only ever been in love once before, and that was a complete disaster, in fact I hope Yushiro and Lazarus both rot in hell." He paused to compose himself, and then continued, "It's just... it doesn't seem to matter who I fall for; they always end up with other people, especially the virgins. I can't seem to get anybody Jou."
Jou gave the young man another pat on the shoulder for good measure and then pulled back to nurse the beer Bob had given him earlier wondering absently why Bob was so upset. His musing was interrupted as someone sat down on the stool beside him, and he turned to look at the brunette sitting alongside him calculatingly.
"I'll have a water please," The young man said, fixing his icy gaze on the mournful looking barkeeper.
Bob pulled himself into a standing position, filled a glass with water and slammed it down on the bar in front of the blue-eyed man, "There. And now, if you don't mind Seto, I'm trying to have a bitch session."
Seto raised a slender eyebrow; "Whatever floats your boat."
Bob folded his arms over the bar and buried his head in them, "I hate my life. I really, really hate my life."
Jou ignored him and turned to survey Seto out of the corner of his eye, silently assessing his flaws and attributes. He was attractive enough, Jou decided, although he lacked the curves Jou was usually fond of in his lovers. His muscles, or at least those that weren't hidden by his black dress pants and pale blue button-up shirt, were well defined and he was slender with an angular face. It was his eyes, however, which fascinated Jou (and various others on campus) the most, cold, blue, and deep enough to drown in. He was neither manly, nor effeminate, but he had a strange virile beauty, which was oddly accented by his cold behaviour. He was an asshole, through and through, but there was something about him that drew Jou, but whether it was his frigid innocence, his lack of emotion, or his pretty face Jou didn't know. It was just something undefinable.
Seto's lip curled as he noticed Jou's stare, and he turned his head just a fraction, his cold gaze freezing Jou to the very tips of his toes, "What, exactly, do you think you're doing, puppy-dog? If you're panting after me, longing to sniff my butt," Seto's voice held a note of cold amusement, "Then I suggest you stand up and walk away. I'm out of your league, slut."
Jou stiffened as Seto's words burnt him like arctic ice. The brunette would live to regret those words, when Jou had him squirming with pleasure, legs spread with his pucker in the air, begging to be taken like the virgin he was.
"Nobody is out of my league, virgin." Jou smirked predatorily, "That's why they call me the wolf."
"All bark and no bite puppy dog. All I see is a pathetic little slut..." Seto's eyes remained cold, but Jou could see a cold sort of fire burning at their depths as Seto belittled him. The tall brunette liked this... style of flirting, and now that Jou knew it, the blue-eyed university student was as good as his.
His retort, one which would ultimately result in Seto's destruction was cut off before he could speak it as a brash feminine tone cut him off, "Seto- chan, fancy seeing you here!"
Seto's head snapped around at the girls voice, and Jou turned to watch as the girl sashayed across the room, with the predatory slink in her step that only came from years of experience, until she was stood only a foot or two away.
"Sedra," Seto's voice was even colder, and held none of the amused bantering tone it had held earlier.
Sedra smiled sweetly, her golden brown eyes darkened with amusement, and she slowly ran her hand down the dark blue tie she wore around her neck, "How do you like my new tie?"
Without warning Seto lashed out, his cold façade shattering as he lunged for the petite female, his long pale fingers reaching for her slender neck, "You little whore!"
"Uh uh uh!" Sedra giggled, dancing out of reach, "Everybody's watching Seto- chan, and besides... Malik and Bakura put me up to it. If anyone's to blame, it's them."
Seto's hand caught the girl a glancing blow across the cheek before he returned to his spot on the black high stool at the bar. Sedra smirked triumphantly.
"As everyone saw, I managed to cause Seto to feel a human emotion besides apathy - murderous rage. Bob, you can tell Malik and Bakura that I won the bet, oh, and here's my evidence. I scored myself another virgin." Sedra slid the school-boy tie from around her neck, "Mokuba Kaiba is no longer a virgin school-boy, how far am I behind now?"
Bob sighed and pulled out the book, carefully totalling the newly changed scores; "You're tied for the lead, your little move with Seto's brother scaled you up quite a bit, but Malik and Bakura haven't reported in yet, so..."
Sedra grinned, "Hm, yes, but at least I'm going to give them a little competition, last years tag team(1) won far too easily."
Jou tore his eyes away from the girl to look at Seto, no wonder Seto had been so upset. He'd been just as furious when Mai had seduced his virginal sister, but at least Shizuka had been older than 12!
Sedra was going to have to watch her back from now on; that much was for sure... Still, there was something remarkably satisfying about hearing that Malik and Bakura had lost a bet, albeit not in the fashion they'd been expecting.
--
Yuugi sighed as he reached the entrance to his shared dorm, relief running through him. He could feel Yami's sensual presence in the back of his head, and his alter ego was literally plying him with images of what he planned to do when they reached the bedroom. He could feel his heart racing as Yami's not quite tangible presence lingered beside him.
'Okay, I'm safe. Thank Ra...' Yuugi reached forward to open the door, but an uneasy feeling washed through him.
"My, my, Yuugi, fancy seeing you here," Malik's low husky voice cut through the silence, making Yuugi whirl in surprise. His amethyst eyes widened and he froze as Malik slunk closer, until he was only a few inches away from the smaller boy.
"Uh... Malik... I live here," Yuugi pointed out, somewhat confused, and tried to discretely back away and open the door to his dorm without inviting Malik in.
"Oh?" Malik's voice was the epitome of innocence, as if he hadn't noticed the shorter boy's uneasiness, "Fancy that. Why don't you invite me in? I'd love to see what you've done with the place."
Yuugi stared up at Malik, transfixed, "I-I-"
Malik smiled, "Tell you what, you show me your room now, and tomorrow night you can come around to ours for dinner, and I'll show you mine and Bakura's room. Sounds like a fair deal to me."
Yuugi flushed, a part of him agreeing with Malik's easy statement, and a part of him screaming that he'd been tricked by the pale haired slurry(2). Malik slung an arm around the boy's shoulder's, taking advantage of his indecision, and let himself into the room with Yuugi's keys, dragging the young tri-coloured-haired boy with him. Malik's eyes seemed to take in everything from Jou's unmade bed and the manga on the floor to Yuugi's neatly stacked textbooks, and the Dark Magician plushie(3) resting on his pillow. He strode forward to pick the toy up and examine it.
"Nice place luv," Malik threw a smile over his shoulder as he put the plushie back on the bed, and sauntered into the bathroom. Yuugi's eyes widened as he was galvanised into action and shot into the bathroom after the other boy.
"Uh... Malik..." Yuugi stuttered out nervously as the slightly taller boy leisurely stretched, pulling his shirt off and dropping it onto the sterile white tiled floor.
Malik smirked, "I think I might have a shower - be a good host and shut the door will you? We wouldn't want your room mate walking in on us."
Yuugi froze in place, his eyes going wide, and he felt Yami merge into him, and without his consent his leg kicked the door closed behind him, "Indeed."
'Yami!' Yuugi's voice was high with panic, but he knew he wasn't in control. Yami would apologise later, but right now he was going to use Yuugi's body to get what he wanted. And what he wanted was Malik, even if Yuugi didn't.
Yuugi watched helplessly as Yami pulled his shirt off, his crimson-tinged violet eyes dark with lust, unable to do anything as his alter ego strode across the room and drew Malik's head down to kiss him deeply, "You don't mind if we join you do you?"
Malik's eyes went wide for a moment before he managed to pull himself together and shake his head, "Of course not Yuugi-dear."
Yami's fingernails dug into the back of the boy's dark neck painfully, and his voice was fierce, "It's Yami, not Yuugi."
Malik growled low in his throat, "Mm, I like it. You're a feisty bitch aren't you?"
Yami chuckled darkly, his hands working at the bronzed Egyptian's pants; "You could say that, doll..."
Malik slid his feet out of his shoes without using his hands, which were busily working their way over Yuugi's shoulders and pinching at his nipples, before leaning down to kiss the peach lips of the pale skinned boy. Yami kissed back with equal passion, his teeth nipping the other boy's apricot lips almost hard enough to draw blood.
Malik's fingers slid down to loosen Yuugi's belt and draw off his pants but the other boy's trainers proved to be a formidable barrier, and where his pants had come off easily enough, Yuugi's jeans were stuck. Without a second thought the pale haired blond sunk to his knees to undo the laces and tug the shoes off. He flung them across the room, and was surprised when he looked up to see Yami leering at him.
"Hm, well since you're already on your knees..." The boy raised an eyebrow teasingly, and Malik couldn't help his answering smirk as he tugged the boy's boxers off to join his jeans.
"Why Yu-" Malik cut himself off as the boy's flesh tensed beneath his fingers and quickly amended his statement, "Yami, is this for me?"
"You like...?" The standing blond drawled, his very stance radiating a confidence that just didn't seem right for a virgin.
Malik dismissed the thought and leant forward to teasingly tongue the other boys slit, "What do you think?"
--
Anzu pulled herself into a standing position on top of the bar, pulling the hood to her bear costume up over her head and held up a finger, "Harken unto me, all ye who wish enlightenment, for I have discovered-"
"Oi you fat mole(4)! Shut the fuck up!" A voice cut her off sharply.
"Yeah!" Another chimed in throwing an old sandwich at the lecturing girl, "Get off the bar!"
Bob turned from the books he kept at the back of the bar and shook his head resignedly, "Miss Anzu, please, get off the bar..."
The girl tottered backwards, and fell into his arms, her blue eyes blinking up at him through her dark fringe. She gave him a brilliant smile as he settled her on the floor at his feet, "Bob!"
Bob patted the top of her brown hood and looked around the student lounge irately, "Alright, who gave Anzu-chan dexies?"
Nobody replied, and thankfully Bob was distracted when Anzu yanked down his pants and decided to give him head. The majority of the students at the bar ignored the moaning bartender and the drugged girl. Bakura absently watched them, in between writing an essay, and a few of the fan-boys and girls cheered Anzu on in between their drinks. Anzu pulled herself into a standing position and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, before slumping back against the bar.
"Hm, you know that might have actually been interesting if Bob had been dressed as a goose." Bakura dead panned flatly, his eyes still focussed on the note-pad in front of him. "I could have written about it in my Biology paper: The mating habits of the grizzly bear and the Canadian goose."
"Yeah, that and if it didn't happen once a week. It'd be more alarming if it didn't happen weekly." The boy sitting next to Bakura agreed, tossing back a drink of tonic and lime.
Bob cleared his throat, refastening his belt, and slid an arm around Anzu's waist gallantly, "Now Miss Anzu, you really shouldn't be behind the bar. Let's get you onto a stool."
Anzu allowed the red-head to help her onto a stool and smiled dopily once she was settled. Bob returned the smile as he returned to his rightful place behind the bar.
"What can I get for you Miss Anzu?"
Bakura snickered, "I rather think you've given her enough to drink Bob, don't you?"
Bob flushed slightly and filled a glass with water, taking a sip of it himself before setting it in front of the brunette girl, "Here you are luv, why don't you tell Bakura about your new thesis?"
Anzu beamed and Bakura hastily stood up, "You know what... I suddenly realised I have to wash my hair. Keeping my hair this clean and shiny takes a lot of work you know!"
Bob chuckled triumphantly as the student lounge returned to normal.
End Chapter 3
(1) Not Malik and Bakura, in case anyone was wondering.
(2) Slurry meaning "nice" slut - had to use the word since we've been saying it all weekend, in reference to ourselves.
(3) I just see Yuugi as the type to sleep with a stuffed toy/plushie, I mean, seriously, his parents are dead, he'd have to have some sort of comfort thing.
(4) Fat moles obviously not welcome. Ever seen skithouse?
Review Responses:
Yana5: Yami's not exactly a ghost... but he is something a bit like that. At the moment Yugi is the only one who can see him. Thanks for reviewing.
Ouvalyrin: Okay, I will make sure Seto is uke - for you, since it's your birthday today! *cheers* Uh... I will not ramble, because you already know how insane I am, but I will tell you how incredibly glad that I am that you reviewed my fic. And thankies for the b-day wishes. *Luffs Ouva-chan*
Riaku: Hm... you might be killing a few people... *grins teasingly*. Yami is a little possessive but that doesn't mean *he* can't sleep with other people... he's an... interesting lover, to say the least. However he's also intangible, and I think Yugi deserves a "real" lover. Maybe. You'll see where I go with that.
KC: I'm sorry, like I warned, I kinda have a life outside of writing fanfiction (who'da thunk?) so I don't update every day, or even every week. Plus, having just finished high school I'm not really in the mood to write too much. I will try, however. Thanks for reviewing, hope you like the update.
IvoryKittie: Violence? God forbid! *updates* Thanks for reviewing!
Kimiko Jade Charou: What is real? What I perceive to be real might be different to what you perceive to be real. I mean, say for example I thought that you were a figment of my imagination - would you then cease to be real? What if the whole world believed you were a figment of my imagination... would you become a figment of my imagination? And what if you believed you were real? Where would that leave us? Is there any absolute truth? Think about it. And in answer to your question - wait till the end of the fic, and then ask. I'm quite sure you'll be even more confused by then. Thanks for reviewing, and feel free to e-mail me if you're still really confused.
Durandal: *giggles* Glad you liked - I like the Yami/Yugi stuff too. And I'll definitely consider your idea, but I can't promise anything. As for inspiration... I get mine from everywhere, from my friends, random things I read/watch, my own experiences (scary thought that), and my reviewers. I love writing, and I never have any shortage of ideas. Thanks for reviewing, hope you continue to read.
BleedBlack: Another person who thinks it's interesting... thanks for reviewing, hope you enjoy this chapter.
Hatshepsut: Pharaoh of Kemet: Sugoi!!! You get it! I am absolutely fascinated by psychology, and it never ceases to amaze me that more people haven't taken advantage of the Yugioh fandom to explore some of the issues. I'm glad you found Anzu funny - that was what I was going for, not to bash her or anything. I'm not sure if I'm going to explain Shizuka and Mai's relationship anymore... I'll just see where I go with it - I'm glad it worked. Thanks for your review - it was brilliant!
Ferocity: Thanks times about a million. Hope you enjoy.
Aurora of the Moon: Glad you like. Here's more.
SoulDreamer: Have continued - am glad I have finally finished school. Thanks for reviewing.
Kaze: *grins* Really? Well you can tell her I've been working on that very goal here in Australia - it's so much fun! And I love Malik - I can't help but want him to "get Yugi". Hehe, he definitely got more than he bargained for this chapter.
Silent Sniper: I am so flattered! Adorable and really hot? That is possibly the best complement I've got for my writing in a long time (People say that about my looks all the time. Joking!). Thanks for reviewing!
Koishii No Tenshi: Oh yeah - Yami is definitely hot. And Yugi is cute. Seems like a lot of people don't like Anzu... I'm sorry about the cheerleading outfit - she's not supposed to be wearing it to look good, she's just weird.
Shinomorikrazd: Ah, thanks. Enjoy.
Crying Forever: Embarrassing? Weird? Well... I guess that's better than being pedantic or dull. Hope you do continue to read... if you want me to tone something down, just tell me what embarrasses you. I'm kinda shameless, and um... sexually free? Yeah, just tell me if I go too far (ie. Yami and Yuugi's S&M games).
YamisGal: Hmm... I'm not sure exactly what he did myself, other than the table-dance... sleeping with Yami... offering a random stranger head and passing out before he could follow through... *smirks* I'll see if I can work it in. I might just have him being unpleasantly surprised every time someone tells him something he did.
Peaches-n-KaibaLvr16: *giggles* Cherry picking time... *watches as her most recent victim squeaks and hides*. I've noticed a lot of people seem to really like Seto, at the risk of getting myself lynched, I'd pick Malik over Seto any day... d'you reckon you could tell me what the attraction to Seto is?
Crimson89: Ah, a woman after my own heart! I like boys on boys on boys. But I like girls too, for variety. Heh. I'll try to make the war pretty intense, but Yami really hates Jou, and he rather likes Malik and Bakura. Seto is now a part of the cast... I have a lot of stuff planned out for him. *chuckles gleefully as she plans out how to torture Seto*. E-mail me or IM me sometime - I reckon we'd get along great (in a platonic manner of course)!
dark-inferno: Ah, there are a few straight people... I just decided to ignore them because I think they're ugly *cough-Tristan-cough*. And sex- hungry is fun, although some people aren't as sex-crazed as others. It seems like very few people like Anzu; personally, while I find her a little irritating at times, I don't hate her. I just wouldn't fuck her. Mai and Isis on the other hand... *leers* oh yeah! But I won't have Anzu in a cheerleading outfit again - seems like I've scarred a few people for life. Thanks for reviewing, hope you like the update!
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